Perfectly Imperfect Me

You were once,

In the photograph,

On the front page,

But now you are,

Just part of the album,

With the words,

“My life,”

On the front.

Because you were once,

The person who,

I valued above everyone else,

But times change,

And people do too,

And now,

You are just,

A photograph,

On a page,

In my album.